THERE SHE BLOWS.
Copyright, 1884, by Willis Woodward & Co.
What joy to feel beneath our feet
A living moving ship;
As sailing o'er the boundless sea
We feel her rise And dip.
Fast beat our hearts as on we sail
'Mid Arctic ice and snows,
And hear the cry of the topmast man-
The look-out- "There she blows!"
And hear the cry of the topmast man-
The look-out- "There she blows!"
Chorus.
Pull, boys, over the sea,
Driving ahead she goes;
"Look out!" comes from the mast,
"I see her-there she blows!"
Pull, boys, over the sea,
Driving ahead she goes;
"Look out!" comes from the mast,
"I see her-there she blows!"
Then what a change at once appears,
The mate without delay
Sings loudly out: "All hands on deck!
Quick, man the boats away!"
Away we go, the bowman then
His careful training shows;
And says: "Now steady, steady, lads!
I see her-there she blows!"
And says: "Now steady, steady, lads!
I see "her-there she blows!" -Chorus.
A little nearer, then we gain,
'Twill never do to fail;
The harpoon glistens in the air.
Then, quivers in the whale.
Our ship lays to and takes us in,
As every sailor knows;
No cry a whaler loves so well
As topman's- "There she blows!"
No cry a whaler loves so well
As topman's- "There she blows!" -Chorus.